“Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”
It eluded us then, but that’s no matter – tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther…. And one fine morning –
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
I was sure he’d start when he saw the newspapers, just as I was sure there’d be a wire from Daisy before noon – but neither a wire nor Mr. Wolfsheim arrived; no one arrived except more police and photographers and newspaper men.
We drank in long, greedy swallows.
“I read somewhere that the sun’s getting hotter every year,” said Tom genially. “It seems that pretty soon the earth’s going to fall into the sun – or waft a minute – it’s just the opposite – the sun’s getting colder every year.”
